Why do I feel like the world is crashing down
Nothing has changed,
Nothing has happened
The world is right
Well, its supposed to be right
But I feel so hurt
So abused
Mindlessly controlled in an environment of unholiness
There’s nowhere to run
Nowhere to hide
Blindly running in circles
In an out
Creating a tangled mess
I can’t get myself out of
Like a spider
Weaving uncontrollably
My life is cycling
Like a wheel in a bike
Going in the same direction over and over
Yet managing to move somewhere
Is this heartbreak, numbness, pain?
What do I feel
Blind but now I see
A double meaning twisted into words of nothingness
Irrelevant in what matters
Walking, unknowing of the journey
I take a look at the trace of my footsteps
The patterns in which it flows
For the most part, its steady
But some places I grew tired and weak
Yet still moving forward in that same line
I could move to the side
Create a different line
But that involves change
Involves leaving the present footstep to the past
Could I leave that last footprint alone in that line
Pointless questions that lead to no resolve
Mind racing endlessly to questions I can’t ask
Tears swelling beyond my eyes
Shall I let them pass
To trace the lines in my skin
Falling from where I was so blind to have seen
Can’t I just let go
Just let him lead me
Which him is the one asked
Why do I feel a need to cry
When I’ve done nothing wrong
Is it that I can’t find a fault in myself for once
Why go to sleep
If that means waking to a meaningless day
Haunted by the thought of losing and gaining
Should I, should I not
Decisions embraced in the needing and wanting
Right and wrong
Hurt and love
Can I breathe without thinking
Or think without breathing
Five minutes feels like five hours
Nothing has changed,
Nothing has happened
The world is right
Well, its supposed to be right
But I feel so hurt
So abused
Mindlessly controlled in an environment of unholiness
There’s nowhere to run
Nowhere to hide
Blindly running in circles
In an out
Creating a tangled mess
I can’t get myself out of
Like a spider
Weaving uncontrollably
My life is cycling
Like a wheel in a bike
Going in the same direction over and over
Yet managing to move somewhere
Is this heartbreak, numbness, pain?
What do I feel
Blind but now I see
A double meaning twisted into words of nothingness
Irrelevant in what matters
Walking, unknowing of the journey
I take a look at the trace of my footsteps
The patterns in which it flows
For the most part, its steady
But some places I grew tired and weak
Yet still moving forward in that same line
I could move to the side
Create a different line
But that involves change
Involves leaving the present footstep to the past
Could I leave that last footprint alone in that line
Pointless questions that lead to no resolve
Mind racing endlessly to questions I can’t ask
Tears swelling beyond my eyes
Shall I let them pass
To trace the lines in my skin
Falling from where I was so blind to have seen
Can’t I just let go
Just let him lead me
Which him is the one asked
Why do I feel a need to cry
When I’ve done nothing wrong
Is it that I can’t find a fault in myself for once
Why go to sleep
If that means waking to a meaningless day
Haunted by the thought of losing and gaining
Should I, should I not
Decisions embraced in the needing and wanting
Right and wrong
Hurt and love
Can I breathe without thinking
Or think without breathing
Five minutes feels like five hours
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